#s: under the skin

[actressplaygroundxxx]

Scarlett Johansson (29) in Under The Skin (2013)

[ashlee-simpson]

don't leave me hanging in a city so dead…

[zeroducks-2]

no thoughts, just Eobard doing his little Magical Girl transformation bit while dragging Barry around by the neck of his foot

(panels from The Flash Rebirth Vol 4: Running Scared)

[fumifooms]

I WENT TO A COOOOON I finished pinning my bag just in time for it!! It was a small one but still my first one ever omg it was great. Someone recognized Marcille but not Chilchuck </3 People judged my ships on 3 different instances for 3 different ships, I got visibly emotional over Alois Trancy, I bought a Denji figure, it was great

I have preordered keychains and whatnot on the way still so I’ll def be updating my itabag composition + moving stuff around sort of soon, will give an update once it’s freshened up! Info on all the merch + some extra pics under read more Blue & green <3

Second pic is two custom badges I drew!! Never had bubble tea before so it acts as a con souvenir, + blorbos

The itabag: link, by Iconografi

Bootlegs but artist is bkub

Bootlegs of official merch

Official art but edited to make nice badges (I thought the anime celebration artwork ones were official ngl

Keychains by 118ween

Keychains by Sleepywyrm, link

Loot Anime crate pin

Keychains by SolelleArt, link

Keychains by ACertainSheep, link

Keychain and charms by Aguichart

Ok that’s it for now~ To quote a buddy:

I’m not used to having such high quality figures…… He fits so perfectly in my hand 🥹

[fanofspooky]

Horror movies of 2013

[hawkeyeslaughter]

fake mash plot — “ a pitch for the angels “

margaret and henry form an unlikely and frankly bizarre duo when they are stuck with the task of dealing with an unpleasant patient who unabashedly points out everyone’s flaws ; hawkeye and trapper get the idea to form a baseball team when radar receives a signed baseball and bat from back home for winning a contest , but they soon begin to squabble over the details .

[squirting-sub]

Switching it up

(aka fucking my dom while she's the little spoon)

It's still dark outside and she's up early, doing stuff for work in home office while I sleep a little longer. I wake when she slides back into bed next to me and I roll over to spoon her as I always do. I'm not surprised to feel that she's topless. However, I am surprised to feel that she's completely naked. I stroke her thighs and bare ass "Oh?". "I couldn't find my sleep shorts and didn't want to turn on the lights.", she explains. "Mmh.. that's dangerous. I don’t think I can focus on going back to sleep like this", I say as my hands start to wander. I'm gently stroking her all over. Her thighs, her ass, her waist. Anything I can reach.

At the same time, I'm softly kissing along her back. I drag my nails along her thigh, grabbing her ass. I bite her shoulder and can feel her pushing her ass against my crotch. She's quietly moaning and when I run my hand up her inner thigh, she spreads her legs for me. I stroke along the outside of her pussy, gently massaging the skin. I stroke the other thigh as well, eventually running my fingers over her lips ever so slightly, before going back to stroking her thighs. She closes her legs again, but shifts so one leg is bent and I can now comfortably feel her pussy from behind. After working her ass with my hand some more, I expand my area of kisses. I kiss down her back, over her waist and eventually her ass.

When I drag my fingers along her slit, I can feel wetness coating them. I push up to rub her clit, getting her to moan. While kissing her body, I keep rubbing her clit and she rocks back and forth a little, finding a rhythm. I stop to run my fingers down between her lips. She moans more when my fingers find her hole. Without getting the order or asking, like I usually do, I push two fingers inside her. She grabs the sheets and moans so beautifully. Slowly thrusting, I kiss my way up to her shoulder again, enjoying all the moans I'm getting out of her and hearing her wetness. She turns onto her back, spreading her legs so I can properly thrust inside her and hit her G-spot as I kiss down her neck and chest.

After a few minutes, she moves so she's face down ass up in front of me. I take the invitation and get behind her to continue fucking her as she rubs her clit. I'm pumping inside her, slowly increasing the speed. At this point she forgets all about her clit and just grabs the sheets, moaning into the mattress. Still not sure about how long she likes for me to keep going after she cums, I keep thrusting, wanting to hear more of her beautiful moans. Eventually, she reaches for my hand, signaling me to stop and collapses onto the mattress. I kiss her lower back as I slowly pull out of her, then clean my fingers by sucking them when she looks over her shoulder at me and smirks. I smile at her, then kiss up her back until I reach her cheek. "Hey", she says in her cutesy voice. I reply "hey" and lay on top of her to provide her with warmth and give her more kisses. "Told you it's dangerous to lay naked with me."

[razzle-zazzle]

Anyway. Now that both halves of Cleaved are out I can talk about the alternate version where instead of being split across the realms the Rift of Return just spits Cole wholesale into Movieverse. Just yeets him at a building in the middle of the night and he lies there unconscious with possible head trauma until the Secret Ninja Force go out to investigate the "meteor" that fell from a hole in the sky. And the story would focus on Show Cole having to readjust to being human again while also searching for a way home. He's 20ish but he couldn't tell you that because ghosts experience time differently. He doesn't drink any water and doesn't shower at all for the first week he's there. He forgets that he actually needs to eat food again for three whole days, then gorges himself on all the foods he's missed while he was a ghost. He keeps forgetting that he's not intangible anymore and keeps walking into walls expecting to phase through them. He teaches the movie ninja spinjitsu and how to fight hand to hand (he's not the best teacher). He's broken several cups and other things because trying to maintain corporeality in his already corporeal hand translates to gripping too hard. M!Cole invited S!Cole to try driving the Earth Mech but because S!Cole keeps forgetting he's fully corporeal and doesn't need to use all of his strength just to interact with the world he accidentally smashes the record player controls. He's a mess and he's homesick and M!Cole, the chillest guy around, is inexplicably infuriated just by S!Cole's presence for no reason that either of them can place. S!Cole's strong and kind and it's impossible to not like him at least a little, unless you're M!Cole in which case there are actual fistfights every week after the first two weeks. He's a big brother and a weird uncle and a divorced dad and a hero and a disaster. He's S!Cole, and neither Ninjago is ever going to be the same after he and the movie ninja find a way to travel between the two.

[karouvas]

you know I gotta ask about henrydeckle

Henry/Declan

Whether I ship it or not: not really but that’s mostly because I only have it in me to get invested in ships between chars who don’t interact much in canon if I obsessively love at least one of them especially with slash ships I need to be obsessed with at least one male char in the ship, when female chars are involved I can be a bit more creative with the possibilities see: my yuri poll. But when it’s men I need canon basis or I need to have an intense enough obsession with the psyche of one of them to get creative, I like and am compelled by both Henry and Declan but not nearly to brain rot degree therefore I don’t have it in me to ship it.

Why I ship it or not: I did basically just answer that lol

My opinion on their canon potential (chemistry, canon interactions, etc): well they don’t interact on page But I will say that I think when a canon dynamic is *chars have an ambiguous tense history but we don’t know much about it* in a piece of media it is pretty fair to think it’s possible they hooked up. And they do have some interesting parallels to each other which can be a fun shipping basis. I will say not much canon basis but also not the least I’ve seen someone ship

My opinion on fanon interpretations/fandom around it (Favorite widespread hcs, pet-peeves, etc): n/a since it’s not a popular fandom pairing

[spider-man-2o99]

VERY mean and RUDE punk robot TEENAGER insults SPIDER-MAN and PRESUMES him to be a CAPITALIST for wearing a GAY ASS TOTE-BAG in PUBLIC. MORE news at SEVEN.

[venomgaia]

i also have been testing pngtuber+ vs veadotubemini and heres rhe fruit of a 49 layer model

[ashlee-simpson]

[doggil]

If Shelly Twin Peaks is murdered by that piece of shit I'm gonna be SOOOOO MAD. Josey and Audrey's situations are also stressing me the hell out but I've been rooting for Shelly all season She can NOT go out like this

[leatherbookmark]

ngl it feels kinda fun that the thing i'm kindasortanotreallybut bonding over with other atinys is that the photobooks have been shall we say Less Than Satisfactory for a good while. like god! i thought i was the only one!! wahoo!

[thecat-inthehat]

6. Ring

... I don't have a defense for this. Enjoy.

Uh. body worship? I think? some pronoun fuckery. is this noncon? I'm not sure. Is it a threesome if there's only two consciousnesses?

[1504 words]

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“Whence rises one’s true strength?” The prince asked, voice hush against the cold creak of metal that surrounded them, sibilant and curling underneath the senses. “The flesh?” 

The man in black said nothing, but a glare that could strip paint from canvas was leveled at the Prince from underneath a black curl of hair. Their breath fogged in front of their face in the chill of the room, lit only by flickering candle and strange pulsating light from the tower. The body trembled, once, twice, then became resolutely still as the Warrior of Light asserted their control over borrowed flesh. 

Zenos’ eyes narrowed into a smile that did not touch his lips. Infinite care had him step round the chair that held the body of Nivelth Ajuyn, slumped over as a puppet with cut strings, and breathing deeply as if in a long sleep. His hands settled on the shoulders, and began to push the thick coat down, as inexorable as the rain, to reveal tattooed flesh and the curl of inked wings along the curve of arm. 

“Or perhaps the soul?” Zenos asked, and one long finger pushed against the knobby spine of the body, making it sigh and fall forward in a boneless heap. On its back lay a great sigil of a dragon, bound with summoning rings and aetheric ink. He splayed his fingers wide and laid them on the line of the outermost circle with care, the size of his hand enough to stretch across the body’s entire back. 

The dragon tattoo unfurled under his fingers, and moved. He smiled at it, as one might look upon a fond war dog. 

“You have bound part of my soul to your flesh, my friend?” he asked, his voice a curious drawl that belied his excitement that had his fingers twitching along the curve of the body’s spine. 

“You know as well as I that Shinryu is not part of your soul,” the man said, a pleasant tenor lowered to a whipcrack that sounded nothing like the voice that came from the body of Nivelth Ajuyn. “You merely took it for your own, bathed in its aether and forced your will on its body.” 

“And yet the wyrm responds to me.” Zenos remarked softly, and curled his fingers to the next ring on the body’s flesh. The tattooed dragon flapped its wings, giving the illusion of flying amidst a sea of stars on the body’s freckled back. “You have me under your skin.” 

None of the characteristic hesitation lay in the man’s steps as they stalked forward. They used the man’s body as if it were their own, born and trained into it, lacking any and all signs of this being their first taking of a new body. A purse of the man’s lips, and a baring of teeth that did not sit well on a hyur’s face -- it looked too much like a smile, rather than the threat of fang that it would be on their miqo’te flesh. 

Dark brown eyes met royal blue, and Zenos savored the unique feeling of watching his friend’s expressions bloom over an unfamiliar face. The hyuran body was not unique in any way, a rank and file soldier that was pulled from the piles that lay inside Fandaniel’s laboratory. The man’s breath rattled ever so slightly in his lungs as they drew in air to speak. 

“Like an infection,” they agreed, with a furious humor that lit the eyes up from within. 

Zenos’ palm pressed down on the back of Nivelth Ajuyn, and he could feel the egi writhing underneath her skin, straining to be reunited with him. The texture was odd, and he slid his hand this way and that to catalogue each bump and scar of ink and flame. 

“Remove your hand.” The Warrior of Light said. 

“You dislike me touching the body that you no longer inhabit?” Zenos asked curiously, even as his fingers trailed down one shoulder to the arcanima tattoos that now lay in sequence. Ruin IV, Ruin III, Bio III, Miasma III… He had made a point to study them, until he could recognize them by touch alone. His eyes never left the hyur’s. 

“If you are going to touch it, it will be with me in it,” and the imitation of a hiss was truly admirable, despite the lack of a proper set of teeth to do it with. “The body is mine, not some toy to play with. You will either place me back in it and continue your … study… or you will give your full attention to myself in this flesh.” 

A rich chuckle rumbled from his chest, and he set his hand on the ring surrounding the egi once more. He could feel the heart beating steadily underneath his fingers, bereft of emotion that lay thick on the Warrior of Light’s borrowed face. 

“You say you wished to see me again,” they said, voice naught more than a low murmur. It was not the same cadence as his friend’s voice, no, but he could grow to like it. That ferocity that he yearned for still shone through. “Yet here you are, playing with flesh that isn’t your own like a boy does with dolls. What do you hope to achieve?” 

“Why does it bother you so…? You treat the body with disdain and push it beyond its limits, strip away fat and sinew in heady pursuit of your goals,” Zenos observed, and traced one index finger down the line of Nivelth Ajuyn’s spine, counting each prominent knob as he went. The breastband was in the way of such a thing, so he removed it with a touch of aether, letting it flutter to the body’s lap. “You hardly seem to appreciate it the way I do.” 

The Warrior of Light went still in the hyur’s body, the way only those borrowing a corpse could manage. Dark brown eyes flicked from his face, to the body that he touched, then back up to his smile. 

The punch that landed on his jaw made his head roll, and it was with delight that he heard his friend breathing hard. The insult had landed better than intended, and he was fascinated by the breadth of control that they had over the corpse they now inhabited. 

“Did it hurt?” He asked pleasantly, and took the hyur’s fist in his own, twisting the wrist until the palm was facing up. The ring finger was broken at an odd angle, and it flexed strangely as they twisted the fingers against his hold. 

“... No,” they said after a moment, wary surprise coloring the man’s voice. 

“Borrowed flesh leaves something to be desired, does it not?” He asked, his tone dropping low until it was only for the two of them. Perhaps three, if one counted the body that lay unmoving between them. 

“The simple pleasure of one’s own flesh. Truly, there is no place like home,” the Warrior quoted, with a wry little smirk. 

An answering smile bloomed over his face, and he brought the hyur’s hand down to the body’s neck. He made the Warrior pull up their own body, and watched as predatory anticipation grew over the soldier’s face. Nivelth Ajuyn’s head lolled to the side once she was sat upright, limp as a doll, and did not move as the Warrior dragged a curious set of fingers across her cheek. Breath puffed from her lungs and ghosted over their fingers, yet there was little warmth to be found. The skin was rippled with gooseflesh from the cold, and the Warrior’s eyes traveled down the bare expanse of skin that lay before them. 

“... What do you want, Zenos?” The Warrior asked, even as they rested the man’s fingers against the line of her own sternum. 

Zenos’ hand slid up the body’s back to give the wyrm one more caress, and over the soft curve of her shoulder to wrap around her throat. He could feel the pulse, the breath, how neither fluttered with fear as he squeezed. The body gasped for air, such a gentle request, but did not fight him as he denied it. The Warrior’s eyes lit with fire, but made no move to stop him, watching in naked fascination as he choked the life out of their uninhabited body. The heart thudded unevenly, straining to give air to denied lungs, and he could see how they could feel it under the man’s fingertips. 

He let go, and the body drew in air with a ragged inhale, coughing and sputtering. It wheezed, coughed once more, then simply lay there, unaware of how close to a physical death it had come. The Warrior was breathing hard through their nose, and something in those borrowed brown eyes had gone dark. 

“I wish to make you appreciate what you have,” he purred. He took the Warrior’s borrowed hand and fit it snugly around Nivelth Ajuyn’s throat. The pulse fluttered under their fingers and he watched them swallow thickly. 

“Now squeeze.”